Hi all, here’s a super short piece of crime fiction for you. Enjoy!
The little pond out back kept him going, when things got him down. The goldfish needed him, pushing their way through the covering of lily pads which hid them from the birds and the midday sun. He kept the grass around it as short as a military haircut, so he could see any cats sneaking up on them.
The clear brown-tinged water was how he felt, the darting goldfish resembled his thoughts. Winters were hard. The fish were trapped – but safe – under the layer of ice on the pond. Cats and birds couldn’t get them, and they’d swim back up to him in spring. It was still company when he looked out the kitchen window; the pond thinking its own thoughts under the placid surface. He sat outside on those winter days that the weather permitted it. Staring at the hole in the ground, a permanent shout of surprise filled with water.
The fish were big in spring; they had found plenty to eat under the ice. In fact, they had nibbled away at the sheeting that kept the water in.
The water looked dirtier than usual. Something white shone through from beneath.
He set poison at the edge of his property until he could fix it. As well as the birds and the cats, he’d need to keep the dogs out now, too.
Außerdem: Herzlichen Glückwunsch und alles Gute wünsche ich Superfan Siggi! Prost!
